[ Gerry scowls and winces as his head aches, his vision swimming and a strange static filling his ears like damaged cassette tape. He grits his teeth in resistance. ]

Go fffff-ffuck yourse-self.

[ The compulsion is too strong. He can't resist it. ]

It's a mind control device. Web-adjacent. Makes him black out and do other people's bidding. He needs it back so that he can be in control of himself again. I'm trying to give it back because he's my fucking boyfriend and I care about him.

[ The compulsion releases him, and he lets out a breath before glaring daggers at Jon. He has never in his life felt so fucking violated, not even when Gertrude put him in that goddamn book. He seethes with anger and outrage and broken trust. ]

...Happy now?